Sandy Point - 1100 Bridge Pass: 10 AM
"It's nice." Randi stood in the middle of the only big room in the little beach cottage, stepping around suitcases and trying to figure out where the front door really was. In the kitchen? It wasn't that nice. It was kind of too close to the road and the bridge and the ferry, and the backyard was a bunch of rocks. Somebody had hung up purple curtains and painted something strange on the wall behind the tv.
Rayne slammed down a suitcase next to an old sofa. "I don't even care."
Typical Rayne, give her what she wants and she wants something else. Annoyed and hot, Randi snapped, "What's wrong with you? You've been a bitch all day; I thought this was your idea, to move out and get your own place."
Rayne pushed open the door to the narrow deck, walked out to the back and shoved an old chair aside and leaned on the rail. Randi hesitated, then followed her. One great view of the honking ferry, but if Rayne wanted something else, she could have had it. They stood there for a few minutes while the ferry deposited cars on the road and people got in the cars and drove them down the road that was about 20 feet away from Rayne's house. Some of the people yelled at each other; it was a narrow road. Randi knew her friend; she waited.
Rayne brooded, picked at the paint on the rail. "Have you ever done revenge sex?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
"Revenge sex. You know, when you're pissed at someone, you go screw someone else even if you don't like the person."
"No...why? Have you?"
Rayne turned her back to the ferry business. "No," she said. "I mean, I've probably done worse, Ryan counts as worse, but I haven't done that."
"So, are we talking about Jimmy?"
"Then who are we talking about?"
Rayne looked at her with troubled eyes, kicked the wobbly deck rail and headed back toward the house. "It was just something I was thinking about."
Intrigued, rapidly going through everybody they knew, might be that girl Nicky had been hanging with but that wasn't anything close to revenge sex and Randi knew Rayne didn't care who Nic did; it couldn't be Will...maybe Sam and Cruz? Cruz was really old news though.
"No it's not just something you were thinking about. Who is it? Is it somebody I know?"
A car pulled up outside, doors slamming. Rayne kept on going and yelled back something about a metaphorical question. A 'metaphorical' question? As usual, Rayne was mixing up grammar with the rest of the strange brew in her head; it meant she didn't know what she was talking about or she didn't feel like explaining.
Randi thought it might be Jimmy driving over, but it was Nic. No surprise there either. He walked up onto the deck from the front yard, whistling, grinning. "Hey Rainie! I brought you a housewarming present! You're here by yourself, and that's not safe, not around here, so I got you some serious security."
"What's his name?" She knelt down and reached out and stroked the big and sort of ugly dog.
Nic smiled, flashed that smile over the top of the dog's head, watching her, seeing her smile back at him. "PD. Personal Dumbass...everybody needs one, don't they Rainie?"
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